Elegy to End

Footsteps end
Lies they crawl
What you build
Up will fall
Hit the deck
Find your grave
To your fears
You are enslaved
And so I spin
Turn in place
Spit my fears
Into your face
Vultures dance
In the sky
Another perfect
Day to die.

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